Captain Bellamy Novels & Stories

Devour him? Not now. This wasn’t the time. Reluctantly, I moved my hand off of his thigh. Glanced at him from the corner of my eye. “What happens after this, Teagan?” Bellamy asked out of left field. Spun my mind in several different directions. “After what?” “After we save everyone and everything. What happens then? When all is said and done, I will most likely become the next Alpha and you work for…” He trailed off. Sadness clouded his eyes for a split second before it vanished.

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

I had messed up a long time ago, and now it all seemed to come back to haunt me. “So, what’s the deal? What’s on my to-do list?” I asked, glancing back at Frederick, who stared at me with a mix of hope and fear. “Hey, the folks in this crew really rely on you. I could really use your help,” Bellamy said, his tone softening as he tilted my chin with the blade of his knife. His eyes, once green, now seemed to swirl with an inky blackness, intoxicated by my fear. “Why don’t you come stay with me and take charge of your people?” The cages beneath this house held Frederick, Nereus, and Cassius. “If you refuse, everyone’s going to kick the bucket tonight, and I’ll start with Seraphina.”

Once the people from the Yates family left, Bellamy bowed to Harvey respectfully and said, “I’m Bellamy Blake. Nice to meet you, Chief Instructor!” Harvey looked at Bellamy carefully. He then smiled and said, “Okay, okay, I have retired. You’ll be the Commander of the South Light Military soon. Don’t do this when you see me in the future. It will affect your prestige.” Bellamy said earnestly, “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Of course, I should offer you my respect, Chief Instructor.” Harvey reached out his hand and patted Bellamy on the shoulder. He said, “Alright, stop talking nonsense. Come in and have a drink. Call Ethan and Ray to come together the next time when

' “Orion Vale, Instructor of Physical Conditioning.” Instructor Vale is stacked. Seriously. Muscles for days, but still lean. His dark blond hair is cropped short, and his cool grey eyes assess everything. His right arm is inked in black tattoos—tribal designs, runes, maybe even words. I want to get a closer look. Zanthe lets out a slow appreciative hum. 'He is obviously very well conditioned.' 'Behave.' “Rio Bellamy, Instructor of Strategy, Leadership, and Defence.” Instructor Bellamy is medium height—which, in this crowd, makes him short. But he carries himself like a general. Silver buzz-cut, sharp eyes, the kind of presence that could silence a room just by walking into it. Another one I

“So this is what I spent so much frustration trying to figure out.” Rain shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, it frustrated Azion for years.” The look he sent her throbbed with so much fury that she finally shut up. Taunting him was beginning to seem hazardous to her health. “So,” Jayems said, drawing out the word to get their attention. “This Bell could be used for escape, theft…even murder.” “An assassin’s dream,” Rykarr said, speaking up for the first time. “That’s not why I made it,” Rain said with a frown.

“Caleb is gone.” The words didn’t make sense at first. Caleb? Damon’s Beta? His best friend? Gone? I blinked, trying to process it, but Damon was already turning, pushing past the others like the walls were closing in. “What?” I heard a few pack members mutter. “Beta Caleb is gone?” Another pack member asked. I didn’t hesitate. I did not wait for them to try and confirm anything from him. I did not even wait for him to stop and speak to them to explain anything.

I looked at the guy and he nodded his head at me as if he could hear my conversation. He gestured his hand for me to go. "Evening ma'am, if you'll please follow me," he said with a deep voice and a thick British accent. I gave him a nod and we walked quietly to the car. Which is definitely not a sports car. "Hello captain" I said to him once I was seated in the flashy car I had seen earlier but didn't think much about. He gave me a wide smile and pecked my cheeks which earned a blush from me.

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.